no beat missed, one month
into two thousand thirteen
where are you right now?
i grew up in boyle heights on the east side of los angeles.
at the time the japanese americans were restricted as to where in the city
they were allowed to live. this month i drove by my childhood home.
things are never as you remember them to be. but one thing is certain,
and that is the passing of time. one of the many ways i carry around
my past is collecting things from little pieces of paper to photos to
memories, to containers of various shapes and sizes. this month i have been escalating,
stirring the cauldron of my life so to speak. i have created a new studio
space. i was surprised that it was not easy to claim another space for myself
in my own home. once past the hurdle, though, i am thrilled. in the process,
many of the stuff lingering in corners were brought out to the light of day
and decisions were made as to whether they stay or go.
breaking new ground, fresh start, clearing out,
i am ready for the new.